Day 2.

The third princess invited the girl to the flower pavilion for a gathering. A palace maid came to Ji Yao's room.

Ji Yao has a black line, these three princesses are too 'impatient'.

Accompanied by Mu Fan, Ji Yao came to the Flower Pavilion very reluctantly, and heard the laughter of the three princesses in the Flower Pavilion from afar.

Ming Lerui, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the eldest princess Ming Chuman sat in the flower pavilion. Ming Lerui saw Ji Yao coming over and ignored it.

Ji Yao stepped forward.

"See the eldest princess, the third princess. ”

"Oh, Miss Ji is here, come in and sit. Ming Lerui looked like she had just seen Ji Yao.

Mu Fan waited outside, and Ji Yao walked into the flower pavilion alone and sat down in the remaining position.

"Miss Ji is really plain and white, I thought someone in your family had passed away. Ming Lerui dressed up carefully early in the morning, wanting to suppress Ji Yao, but when she saw Ji Yao, she was inevitably jealous again.

Ming Chuman sat on the side, his eyes completely looking like he was watching a play, waiting for Ji Yao to reply.

In a word, Ji Yao clenched the hand in her sleeve, but controlled her emotions and only smiled dryly.

Ming Lerui saw that Ji Yao didn't reply, thinking that she was afraid of herself, so she felt more comfortable.

"Sister, I got a piano a few days ago, and I know that my sister is good at stroking the piano, and I am not very good, so I think this piano is the best with you. As she spoke, a maid walked in, holding a piano in her hand.

Jean was put down in front of the third princess. Ji Yao looked at the qin, the body of the piano was carved with complex patterns, the whole body was brown, and it was inlaid with gems, which looked very valuable. Sure enough, it is a good piano with the third princess, and it is the same vulgar, Ji Yao said secretly in her heart.

The third princess's expression was faint, but her eyes still showed her liking, and she stretched out her hand to pluck it on the piano, and the timbre was still good.

Squinted at Ji Yao, and saw that Ji Yao was also staring at the qin, thinking that she liked it too, and chuckled lightly in her heart, sure enough, she was a village girl who had never seen the world.

At that moment, Ming Lerui began to play on the piano.

Ding Ding Dong, it is really good, the song is closed, Ji Yao couldn't help but applaud, these three princesses are not very good, this piano skill is really good, "The third princess is good at the piano." ”

"My sister's piano skills are getting better and better. Ming Chuman also praised.

Listening to the two of them praising themselves, Ming Lerui had a smug look on her face.

"I don't know if Miss Ji Yao can play the piano?" turned his head and asked Ji Yao.

"The third princess is really sorry, Ji Yao doesn't know how to play the piano. "She is busy waving her hands, she can play, she doesn't play, more is better than less.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you are from the mountains, think about the ravine, how can you play the piano, this elegant thing, but it is not suitable for a mountain person like you. Ming Lerui looked at Ji Yao with a sneer.

"The people in Ji Yao's mountains can only farm fields. Ji Yao smirked, but in her heart, she hung Ming Lerui on the beam of the room, and whipped three hundred and sixty-five whips, which made you tremble.

Ming Lerui heard Ji Yao say this, and the smug look on her face became even more obvious.

Ming Chuman on the side looked at Ji Yao's hands, a pair of hands as white as jade, the roots were white ~ tender and powdery, and the fingertips were a little calloused, like a hand that could play the piano. I already know in my heart that this is the hand of a farmer, and this Ji Yao can clearly play the piano.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Man just wanted to break it and embarrass Ji Yao. Outside the flower pavilion, a little palace maid walked over.

The palace maid stepped forward and was looking for Ji Yao, it turned out that the painter had already come.

Ji Yao breathed a sigh of relief, she could finally leave these two troublesome people, the eyes of the eldest princess when she looked at her hand, she didn't see it.

After resigning the two princesses, Ji Yao left in a hurry.

Together with Mu Fan, following behind the palace maid, he walked through many pavilions, all the way to the east, and came to a pavilion.

"Miss Ji, the painter is already inside, please go in. The maid sent the two to the front of the building and stopped.

Mu Fan followed Ji Yao and walked in.

It is full of scrolls, and on a table in the middle, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for painting.

Ji Yao looked around, but didn't see anyone.

What about the painters?

Just thinking about it, behind the horse in front of him, a person turned out.

Ji Yao only felt that her eyes lit up, and her eyes were completely stunned by the white that was as translucent as light.

It turned out to be a white-haired boy. I didn't expect that the white hair on one end could be so good-looking, snow-like, like an immortal, with a pair of eyebrows and eyes, but a little demonic.

She originally thought it would be Wang Hongyi, after all, he was also on an errand in this palace.

Si Feichen was dressed in the ordinary clothes of a palace painter, and his eyes looked at Ji Yao coldly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Mu Fan behind Ji Yao.

Mu Fan looked at Si Feichen with an indifferent expression.

Si Feichen retracted his gaze and let Ji Yao sit on a chair.

Ji Yao sat upright in her chair with a standard smile on her face. But he secretly cried out in his heart that this was not good. This person's painting is different from Wang Hongyi's, Wang Hongyi likes to move casually, she can move around, but this person is like an ordinary painter, he likes to paint motionless 'dead things'.

Si Feichen opened a piece of clean drawing paper and carefully traced it on the scroll in front of Ji Yao.

This sitting is nearly dark.

Although Ji Yao has practiced a little, her physical strength is still good, but this is motionless, she has not dripped, it is indeed a little difficult, a pair of ~ legs, numb early.

"Alright, Miss Ji, please come back tomorrow. Seeing that it was dark, Si Feichen put down the paintbrush in his hand, picked up a piece of cloth and covered the scroll in front of him. Ji Yao was stunned and didn't see it at all.

I don't know how much the white-haired painter painted, covered with a white cloth, and didn't let her see it. She could only leave in a daze, not knowing how many days would be before such a day, this painter, who didn't even know his name, didn't speak for a day.

Mu Fan looked at the departing Si Feichen, his brows tightened, this person is not ordinary.